Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 336 Master
When it comes to proper martial arts skills, Feng Laoqi doesn't know any.

The awkward thing is, Jiang Shu doesn't know how either.

The whip kick was swung to the side, but was blocked by Jiang Shu's arm. Immediately afterward, Feng Laoqi could throw a punch with one foot on the ground and twisting his waist.

The fist came straight at his face. Jiang Shu couldn't dodge in time and bumped his forehead into Feng Laoqi's hand. With a muffled "clang", his mind went blank and Jiang Shu bled from all seven orifices, and he staggered back five or six steps.

That's how fighting with heads tied together is. It sounds simple and unadorned, but it relies on exaggerated physical strength to produce all sorts of amazing moves.

Right now, Feng Laoqi had one hand and one foot sticking out, and the foot that was on the ground suddenly jumped up towards Jiang Shu, and the heel chased after him and slammed down.

Jiang Shuzheng's vision was blurry, so he could only fall to the side. His copper-plated foot hit the ground, smashing a hole in the bluestone in the courtyard!

"Pooh!"

Feng Laoqi spat out a mouthful of phlegm, a sinister smile on his face as he looked at Jiang Shu: "You've schemed and plotted, I thought you were all that capable."

“My abilities,” Jiang Shu said, adjusting his breathing as he got up, “are all lying on the ground.”

Daughter-in-law, daughter, apprentice.

They had all been killed by Jiang Shu.

But Feng Laoqi wasn't angry.

He rubbed his left foot against his right leg to tickle it: "It's not bad at all. I'll stew them all tonight; it'll be very nourishing."

Very nourishing, haha.

Jiang Shu shook his head: "You, it's all because of your mouth."

Feng Laoqi quickly understood what Jiang Shu meant.

A strange feeling of contraction began to spread through his body. The broad meridians that he had built up over the years actually began to shrink within a few breaths!
The old man's expression changed, and he glared angrily at Jiang Shu: "You poisoned me! Where did you get the poison?!"

Lian Tou has a strong physique and usually doesn't avoid poison, which is why Feng Laoqi was completely unprepared.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Shu somehow obtained such a potent poison that even a high-grade copper-skinned man like him was poisoned.

Jiang Shu was too lazy to answer him.

He went to great lengths to feign injury and trick Feng Laoqi into coming down the mountain, all to wait for the poison to take effect. Now that the time has come, how could he possibly let it go?

Grabbing his short sword, Jiang Shu opened his arms and lunged at Feng Laoqi.

The old man didn't dodge; even though his meridians had shrunk, he still possessed mid-grade strength.

Even if Jiang Shu had something to hide, he was still just a low-level newcomer, a fact that Feng Laoqi had already sensed during their fight.

Faced with a direct confrontation, why would Old Man Feng, at his age, be afraid of him?

The old man clapped his hands together, making a metallic clang, and delivered a muffled blow to Jiang Shu, who was charging towards him.

What Feng Laoqi didn't expect was that Jiang Shusheng wouldn't dodge.

The clenched iron fist slammed down on the boy's head. This blow was powerful enough to shatter a large rock, but instead, it produced a deafening clang.

Jiang Shu braced himself in a bow stance, his head remaining completely still!
Feng Laoqi felt like he had hit an anvil!

This kid isn't low-grade... he's mid-grade copper skin!
First he pretended to be a novice, then he poisoned her, and even in the final confrontation, he was still intentionally hiding his strength!
If Feng Laoqi had known earlier that Jiang Shu had already advanced to the intermediate level, he would have turned around and run away without a second thought after discovering he was poisoned.

The boy raised his head, his eyes, cold yet mad, fixed on Feng Laoqi.

He doesn't want to win, he doesn't want money or treasures, he doesn't want to humiliate or preach.

He wanted to die.

For many years, Feng Laoqi had always thought that Jiang Shu was the most docile of the livestock he kept in his yard.

In this very moment, all past memories are overturned. In a flash of recollection, what lies in the shack is clearly a man-eating beast!
No, no, I had to rely on my six older brothers to get into this line of work. I've suffered so much contempt in the sect all these years, and I'm about to advance to Iron Bone and make a name for myself. I can't die here!
Feng Laoqi strained to lift his leg, his knee aimed at Jiang Shu's chin. Driven by his will to survive, he had put in his utmost effort in this attack.

This time, however, Jiang Shu did not allow him to attack.

The hand holding the dagger was even faster than him, stabbing towards his leg the same moment the old man raised his knee.

The gleaming blue blade shimmered with a chilling light. Despite facing a copper-skinned expert, the blade tip pierced through the body as easily as cutting paper, disappearing into the hilt in a single strike!
With a pull of his arm, the blade sliced ​​along Feng Laoqi's femur all the way down to his knee!
The mouth that usually scolded and insulted finally let out an extremely beautiful scream that echoed through the mountains and forests.

A whole piece of flesh and blood from the thigh hung down from the buttocks, and the white bone, which had been scraped away by three-tenths, was pale with blood. In Jiang Shu's eyes, it was both terrifying and sweet.

The excruciating pain prevented Feng Laoqi from closing his mouth; he wanted to scream, but could only whimper.

His steps became sluggish, and after taking two steps back, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"what is it call?"

Jiang Shu asked him, "Don't you just like eating the flesh and blood of a 'liantou' (a type of deer)? There's such a big piece on the leg, you're going to eat it?"

Feng Laoqi started crying, tears streaming down his dark wrinkles: "I was wrong, I was wrong, it was Master who was wrong, Jiang Shu, Jiang Shu... please let me go, please let me go! My disciple, my daughter, my wife, you can eat them all!"

Jiang Shu walked up to Feng Laoqi, looked at that usually arrogant and cruel face, and cried like a newborn child.

Jiang Shu raised the knife in his hand: "I won't eat it. I find it disgusting. Your whole family is only fit to be fed to dogs."

After saying that, he thrust the tip of the knife into Feng Laoqi's throat.

Only when the blood gushed out like a spring did Jiang Shu let out a long breath and sit back down on the ground.

With her eyes closed, pain and exhaustion overwhelmed her, and Jiang Shu fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a communal earthen bed, with an oil lamp lit on the corner of a table not far away.

Jiang Shu pursed his dry lips, turned his head, and sure enough, saw a hooded figure in black by the table.

It appears that this person carried him to the bed.

But Jiang Shu did not thank him.

"I used half a bottle of poison. The rest is in Feng Laoqi's closet, along with the knife. You can take them all back with you."

After Jiang Shu finished speaking, he weakly sat up from the bed: "Consider it an obligation I owe you." The oil lamp was still too dim, and he couldn't see the expression on the person's face under the shadow of the hood.

He simply waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Keep the poison and the knife. This is a test, but also a transaction. There's no question of owing anything."

After saying that, he took out a thin booklet from his pocket and placed it on the table: "This is a manual for refining the head, which is better than the one from your Tianbao Sect. Consider it payment."

Jiang Shu didn't even glance at the manual on the table, but stared at the shadow in the black robe: "This deal is too good to pass up."

"You'll only want to continue doing business if it's good."

A soft laugh came from the shadows: "If you're interested, we can continue our cooperation. I have a few more small goals in Tianbao."

Jiang Shu shook his head and refused: "I plan to leave."

"Why? Are you worried about punishment from the sect?"

"No, this was decided long ago."

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, clearly somewhat disappointed.

Fortunately, he did not blame Jiang Shu: "Fine, I'll consider you my friend."

Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

He is currently injured and weak, and the other party is clearly not an ordinary person. The fact that the man in black robes did not choose to silence him shows that he genuinely intended to make friends with him.

The man in black robes laughed out loud: "I know you're from Qinzhou, but you really don't fit in. Leaving might be the right thing to do. That way, I won't take your money for nothing."

He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, exquisite jade carving, placing it on the table.

"Since you have decided to leave Tianbao Mountain, if you don't mind, I would like to invite you to join our Shattered Jade Clan."

"Uh, this is..."

The man in black waved his hand at him: "Don't worry, the Broken Jade People are a very loose organization with few members. There are no superiors or subordinates among us, and we don't interfere with each other's affairs. It's more like... a kind of network."

Besides, it's just a receipt; if there's anything wrong with it, you can just throw it away.

Jiang Shu nodded: "In that case, I will accept it."

Stepping out of the room, watching the man in black robes depart, Jiang Shu glanced at the three corpses laid out in the courtyard by the moonlight. Confirming that everything was not a figment of his imagination, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The next day, as dawn broke, Jiang Shu was finally free from having to get up early to chop wood, fetch water, and cook.

He opened his eyes and smelled a faint scent of blood in the air, which brought him immense peace of mind.

I got up, boiled water, took off my blood-stained clothes and carefully washed them, then re-bandaged my torn arm.

The body in the courtyard was gone. Jiang Shu went to Feng Laoqi's house to get a pot of wine, left the courtyard, and headed towards the back mountain.

In a secluded, densely forested area behind the mountain, there stands a small, hard-to-find grave.

There were only a few of the deceased's belongings in the grave.

Jiang Shu took out his sharp magical dagger, shaved a wooden board nearby, carved "Tomb of my esteemed elder brother Han Mi" on it, and then placed it in front of the grave.

He knelt down with his legs together, kowtowed three times, then picked up the wine, poured half a pot, and began to drink it himself.

"Senior brother, where are they? I've already killed them all for you."

Jiang Shu exhaled a breath of alcohol, turned his head to look at the tombstone, and tapped on his name: "Tell me, does someone like me count as 'eating' a person?"

The tombstone wouldn't answer him, so Jiang Shu could only laugh at himself.

The second senior brother, Han Mi, was the one who brought Jiang Shu, who was destitute and on the verge of starvation, back to Tianbao Mountain.

He would help Jiang Shu chop wood, teach Jiang Shu cultivation, take beatings for him, and plead for him.

The clothes Jiang Shu was wearing were sewn by him, and the shoes on his feet were also made by him.

Without Hanmi, Jiang Shu wouldn't be alive today.

Senior Brother Han often told him that only Qinzhou was a place where people ate each other. In a very, very far place, there was Hanzhou with its vast grasslands and herdsmen singing, Leyang with its floating boats and bright lights, the magnificent capital of Ling Kingdom, Beishi City, and the Lingyi Xiaotianshan in the northern border where the ice and snow never melted.

There are a lot more.

Therefore, he worked very hard to learn more characters so that he could leave Qinzhou after achieving success in his cultivation.

He also made a promise with Jiang Shu that they would ride the fiercest horse in Youzhou together to see the most beautiful girl in Leyang.

People have dreams, which give them motivation. Hanmi was very diligent in her training. If she didn't get enough nutrition, she would go into the mountains to find food. She worked hard every day to strengthen her body until she was almost exhausted.

Finally, a month ago, he broke through the bottleneck and reached the middle-grade realm.

Then, he was stewed into a big soup by Feng Laoqi's family.

It was on that day that Jiang Shu finally understood the meaning of what his second senior brother meant by "cannibalism".

He finished his drink but didn't seem drunk. Jiang Shu got up, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave.

However, just as he took a step, he heard a faint, strange sound.

The wooden stele that had just been planted was shaking with the damp soil at its base.

Jiang Shu frowned, inexplicably recalling the ghost stories often muttered by the old people on Tianbao Mountain.

He pulled out his short knife and stared warily at his senior brother's grave—a cenotaph, it wouldn't make sense if it were a corpse coming back to life.

But it was a scam.

A pale hand burst forth from the earth!

Immediately afterwards, a roar seemed to echo from the deep earth:

"Damn it, who buried me?!"

(End of this chapter)